Not many see the colors in thee
That all make the one
While white is pure
and blue is deep
Black my soul has won
The blind see darkness when there's none
The light will show the truth
The crow has stolen all that's bright
and drank of rainbow's youth
So as she flies o'er head
Her dark wings stretch and grow
The one thing we should take from this
Is that color came from the crow
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